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...next play, Brown drew a bead on John MacLeod, who was sandwiched between three defenders in the endzone, and threw a perfect scoring strike with a little over four minutes left in the first quarter...
...then we find the fight is rigged. The hero and the monster are actually partners; they have a deal; without a dragon, what can a hero do? One drawing makes this point with particular elegance: a new kind of adversary, a man with a cannon, is drawing a bead on the dragon. The hero is about to save his enemy by attacking the gunman from the rear. In another drawing, the monster has become an enormous furry rabbit. "The rabbit is as armored as the dragon," Steinberg points out. "It has the impenetrable armor of fat fluff. It is invincibly...
Lawrence Malkin, the screened initiates are placed in the lotus position on the hard terrazzo veranda. Rajneesh enters in a floor-length white robe. One by one, the candidates for instant sanyas prostrate themselves before him and receive a 108-bead mala (necklace) with the guru's plastic-covered picture dangling like a locket, and a personalized tidbit of wisdom from the guru's lips. (To a psychotherapist: "You will need much work because a psychiatrist is more puzzled in a way than a psychotic. Lose control. Let it happen.") Each apostle also receives a new name. Henceforth...
...minutes gone, Harvard committed the dangerous sin of fouling a Princeton player near the goal area. After Tiger halfback Charlie Stillitano chipped the free kick over Harvard's defensive wall from 25 yards out, second-leading all-time Princeton scorer Paul Milone slipped past the fullbacks, drew a bead on the bottom right corner of the net, and rifled a shot past the helpless Herold...
...UNSEEN BEAD of perspiration trickled its way down through the small of my back to the sashed waistline of my trousers, though I had been standing motionless since walking into the theater lobby. Perhaps I felt the little rivulet of sweat trailing down my spine precisely because I had not moved since finding a suitable spot where I could await the opening of the doors. In any case, my eyes flitted about the stuffy lobby, packed to the gills with presumably affluent moviegoers who could say two hours later that yes, they had attended the Boston premiere of the prospective...